I just found out one of our new kitties likes to drink out of a cup. I’ve been sick and keeping a cup of water next to the bed to help get rid of dry mouth at night and she’s drank most of it. Yesterday she had her head so far in trying to get at the water I was afraid she was going to spill it so I refilled it for her now that I don’t need it anymore. This same cat also loves bread too! She will forgo the meat on a sandwich to eat the bread!

heheh… no glass of water or piece of food is safe in my house… with ten kittehs, there is bound to be someone who will eat/drink whatever it is…
I even have one kitteh that goes nuts trying to get at the romaine lettuce that I have for the guinea piggehs…

We had a going away party on Sunday. I had all this lovely food out for the guests. I even put out wine and a plate of some gorgeous smoked gouda. I leave the room for a minute…for ONE MINUTE…and when I return my tortie is licking the cheese.

So, I’m in a quandry – should I serve the cheese as is or should we forgo the cheese?

I’ll leave it to your imaginations to decide the course of action I took.

Yeah, seriously! My two upstairs cats love bread! I don’t know why, maybe cuz they have that stray kitten thing ingrained in them where it’s eat while you get or starve, but they just can’t get enough of it. But trust me, I don’t willingly feed it to them on a regular basis, maybe a nibble or two, but sometimes they get like the whole side of crust! Sneaky little runts! :P

Dale, I don’t have lofty goals like fur-free milk. Just maybe not so much hair in my Cherry Coke. Usually I’ll put a plastic take-out bowl upside down over my glass to keep furry tongues out of it. My cat Chiaro used to love to lick the icecubes especially.

I have a glass of water by my bed and one by my TV chair. My cat won’t drink out of anything else. She completely ignores bowl of water on her place mat in kitchen. But.. since it’s her water.. I don’t let it get so far down that she has to dig for it or she’d probably tip it over and spill water all over.

See, this looks cute. However, when you get home at 9pm after a long day of work and need to drive your cat to the emergency vet because he managed to get his head stuck in a glass jar of strawberry jelly, we’ll see if you’re amused!

Actually, it was pretty amusing. Not for the cat, or for me at the time, but my fiance sure did get a good laugh out of it.

And yes, the cat was fine, but I’ve since learned to not leave any jars on my kitchen counter.

See, this looks cute. However, when you get home at 9pm after a long day of work and need to drive your cat to the emergency vet because he managed to get his head stuck in a glass jar of strawberry jelly, we’ll see if you’re amused!

Actually, it was pretty amusing. Not for the cat, or for me at the time, but my fiance sure did get a good laugh out of it.

And yes, the cat was fine, but I’ve since learned to not leave any jars on my kitchen counter.

I am impressed not only by the loooong peenk tongue, but by the spotlessly clean table that is providing such a perfect reflection. However was that achieved? Nary a hair, nor a toe print, just pristine mirror-image kitty.

LOL! Don’t tell my mother (who would faint at the suggestion), but I did cut off the kitty-licked parts and serve the cheese. Dude…I paid good money for that cheese…and it tasted delicious (before and after it was kitty licked).

My husband tells an even better story about the time he had chicken pox. He was five or six at the time, and his grandmother was staying with him while he was sick (the ‘rents were at work). She popped him into a tub with epsom salts, or what ever it is you’re supposed to use to reduce the itching sensation. There was some commotion outside of the bathroom, she went to investigate and came back some little time later. She didn’t say what had happened.

Later that night, after the family had finished eating a delicious beef brisket, his grandma told the family that the dog, Polly, had filched the frozen brisket from where it was thawing on the counter, dragged it upstairs and under a bed. She got it away from the dog, rinsed it off, cooked it and served it.

After all, it was a good piece of beef and cooking it should have removed any germs, right?

Theo, are you suggesting that I come up with an automated solution the problem of cat spit on food? Or doling out lettuce to cats? I haven’t even automated the granular media distribution method for my 3D fabricator!!! How can I automate a solution to cats?

But maybe someday I’ll tell you what my mom did about the cat footprints in the frosting the morning of the golden wedding anniversary party.